Sorry for not getting it updated, but I was doing a lot of things for my birthday (The 11) and had a case of writer's block. This chapter will be shorter, but hey. At least I got it up.

Seto (POV)

We had been travelling through the tunnel for about two hours now. Jerome and Bajan had fallen asleep and Megan and Wintra were talking about random things. Blaze was sitting across from me, lost in her thoughts. Ssundee was either asleep or was just very blank. He leaned on the side, head drooped.

"So you're a Sorcerer, too?" Megan asked Wintra.

"Yep. For some reason though, my Elemental ability only goes as far as to give me fire to use. Not that that's bad, but it's a little embarrassing to have to explain that you're a one element Elemental. And you're the only one."

So Wintra could only use one element? That makes more sense than just deciding to use one. But why can't she use more elements?

"Well, it's fun talking and all, but I'm kinda getting bored," Megan limpingly crawled over to the silver box and opened it, "How does music sound?"

Wintra and I both shrugged. Blaze paid no attention, along with Ssundee. Jerome snorted and rolled onto his side.

Megan pulled some mechanical thing out from the box. She plugged her phone into it and apparently turned it on, "I hope you guys don't mind. I really only have upbeat, rock, and classic rock."

I looked at her, confused.

"Oh, rock and classic rock are types of music. You know Eye of the Tiger?" She asked.

No one responded for a while.

"Ugh. I'll just play it," She did a few things on her phone and a rhythmic sound came out. It was actually pretty good.

"Risin up, back on the street..." It sang.

Megan started singing along. Her voice was actually amazing.

Bajan and Jerome started to wake up.

"It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight, risin' up to the challenge of our rivals. And as the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night, and he's watchin' us all with the eeeeyyyyeee of the tiger!" Megan and the music blared out.

When that song was done, another started playing. It sounded futuristic and was also well thought out. A voice started counting down from ten quietly.

"We're leavin' together, but still it's farewell. Maybe we'll come back to earth, who can tell," It sang out.

Wintra was dancing a little bit and Jerome and Bajan were sitting there, wondering what was happening.

"Whatever this is, it's better than C418!" Blaze pointed out.

After a little bit of that song, it switched to a calmer melody, which soon changed into a sound that sounded like someone saying "Woo Woo Woo".

"She says we have to hold on to what we've got..."

This went on for about an hour, listening to songs like Carry on My Wayward Son, Don't Stop Believin', and more. Even one that was put on there to kill our eardrums. Apparently it was by some Justin Beaver guy. Maybe it was Bringer. Either way, it was a terrible song.

A light shone ahead, obviously the exit.

"YES!" Jerome yelled.

"That was a long tunnel of nothingness," Bajan concurred.

"But would you rather go on mountain roads for longer and possibly get carsick, but have a view?" Megan pointed out.

"Probably not," Bajan said.

We finally exited the tunnel and pulled into another gas station. Cal filled up the pickup and we all went inside.

Most people got snacks and drinks and things while others used the facilities.

I grabbed a few small pies, a Mountain Dew Voltage, and a few bags of trail mix.

Looking over at Sky, he filled his pack with candy bars, Mountain Dew, Crush Grape soda, and Mentos. Megan saw it too and laughed. I wondered why...

Well, now you know what songs I like. The songs in order were Eye of the Tiger, The Final Countdown, and Livin' on a Prayer. And guess what? No one likes Justin Bieber. Or is it Beiber? I have no idea and don't want to look it up. Sorry if you like him, but you need to find a better person to listen to, i.e. one that can sing and doesn't sound like a girl. I'm sorry, but he's probably the worst singer out there. Even Nikki Manaj is better. And her singing sounds like "Mananananananananannanananan bleh".

Hehehheheheheheheh. Joke. Down there. Read it.

A new pastor was visiting the homes of his parishioners.

At one house it seemed obvious that someone was at home, but no answer came to his repeated knocks at the door. Therefore, he took out a card and wrote "Revelation 3:20" on the back of it and stuck it in the door.

When the offering was processed the following Sunday, he found that his card had been returned. Added to it was this cryptic message, Genesis 3:10."

Reaching for his Bible to check out the citation, he broke up in gales of laughter.

Revelation 3:20 begins "Behold, I stand at the door and knock." Genesis 3:10 reads, "I heard your voice in the garden and I was afraid, for I was naked."